Chapter 16
Marco
I’m waiting for my turn to fight. Underground fights have become my stress reliever for the last two weeks.
Not seeing her is negatively affecting me, and I don’t like it.
There’s this feeling in my chest that just lingers there, tugging me to her.
It’s as if I can feel her nearby, but I can’t force myself to go.
I’m still pissed at the fact she slept with my brother, but in fairness, we weren’t actually together like she said. I never told her I wanted to be exclusive or anything, so maybe that was my fault.
The fact that she went to Pete is what’s killing me.
The fact that she now knows what it’s like to kill someone.
The fact that she will now have dreams and nightmares.
The thoughts are going to linger every fucking day in the back of her mind, reminding her of what she’s done. I hate it. I hate everything about it.
And yet I can’t pull myself from her. I can’t pull myself away from her or let her go. It’s a fucked up situation that we’re in, and I know this is hurting her too.
I stand back with my arms crossed over my chest as they call out the girls’ fight. One of them I know, the other name hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.
“Let’s welcome Chula to the ring for her debut fight!
” The announcer says as my head snaps up and my eyes find her right in the goddamn middle of the ring.
No. She’s not here fighting. What the hell is going on?
Then I look over and see Tony ringside, talking to her.
That motherfucker. I’m going to beat his ass for this.
My arms drop to my sides as the rules are announced, and I storm toward him. I grab the back of his neck, but the fight has already started.
“What the fuck, Tony?”
“She wanted to fight,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders. I quickly let go of him and turn to the fight that’s happening. I know my Chula can fight, but Amanda is strong and has been doing this a long time.
My eyes are glued to this fight. I can’t pull away.
I’m like a moth to the flame. Once you’re looking, you can’t stop.
Amanda hits Luna, snapping her head back, and I growl low in my throat.
I’ll fucking take her out if she hurts her.
I will end her life. My hands cling to the cage as I begin to yell for Luna.
“Keep your hands up! Don’t give her any space,” I yell for her. She doesn’t look over or acknowledge me at all, but that’s fine, I know she heard me. There’s no way she didn’t.
The fight keeps going because there are no rounds in these fights.
I can see that both of them are beginning to get tired, and that worries me.
Amanda sneaks in and slams her fist into Luna’s face, and she goes down hard.
Her head hits the mat, and I’m about to rip the cage door open when Tony stops me.
He shakes his head as the crowd goes insane.
Her eyes slowly come to meet mine, and I give her a nod, letting her know she can do this.
I can see the hardness, the darkness as it slides over her eyes and she stands, turning to face Amanda. Amanda is smirking, smiling, and ready to end this fight, but Luna is just getting started.
They circle each other, Luna feeling her out for a second before she moves in, and when she does, it’s explosive.
Her fists fly through the air, and she moves back so quickly that Amanda can’t keep up.
Her head snaps to the side when Luna lands a good punch and sends her tumbling to the floor.
Luna wastes no time in pouncing on her. Her arms and hands fly through the air as she beats the shit out of Amanda.
When the fight is called, Luna is the winner.
Amanda’s crew has to pull her off the mat and drag her ass to the back rooms while Tony rushes into the cage.
Me? I turn and walk. I hear the crowd cheering, and I let her have her moment, but I need to get ready, too.
That’s when I feel a hand on my arm, spinning me.
“Don’t walk away, Marco.” Fuck she looks so goddamn beautiful like this. Blood dripping from her nose and lip, the bruising on her face is already starting to show. I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat and pull her closer to me.
“What are you doing to me, Chula? Hmm? What is it you’re trying to do?”
“I’m trying to say I’m sorry,” she says softly. I can see it in her eyes. She’s sorry. I know she is, but why can’t I let it go? Is it because of fucking Damion or Pete? I lean in and rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in.
“You’re messing with my head before a fight, and I don’t need that,” I tell her.
“Then don’t fight. Take me home.”
“I have to fight.”
“No, you don’t. Take me home, Marco.”
“Chula,” I say her name in a warning. If I took her home right now, I don’t know what I’d do to her.
“Marco.” My name, leaving her fucking lips, sounds like it was always supposed to be there.
I can’t stop myself. I can’t think when she’s near me, and I lose it.
I crash my mouth to hers, and I take. I take it all.
I lick the fucking blood from her lip, and then I make her taste it on my tongue in her mouth.
Our tongues struggle for dominance, but she doesn’t win. I do.
When she’s out of breath and panting, I pull back. People have moved on to the next fight and are ignoring us. She’s panting, needing air in her lungs, but I want more. I want more of her. This just isn’t enough. Everything she has isn’t enough because I’m fucked in the head over this girl.
I grab her hand and drag her through the club and out the back door to my car. I don’t bother to look for Tony, I shove my Chula in the back seat and rip her little shorts down her legs. I can’t wait until we get home. I need her now.
“I’m sweaty,” she warns me as I lean back and pull her legs up, getting my face between her thighs.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I growl before I dive in and feast. I lick her pussy, long, slow licks that have her back arching off the seat. She reaches for me, but I move, wrapping the seatbelt around her wrists so they’re stuck in place, then I get back to work.
I suck her clit into my mouth and tug on it with my teeth, listening to the little noises she makes for me. God, I hope they’re only for me.
“You ever do that shit again and I’ll bite your clit off,” I warn.
She moans. The girl actually fucking moans as I suck it back into my mouth and tease it with my tongue.
Luna tugs at the seatbelt, but she isn’t going anywhere.
I dip my tongue inside her, and she moans louder this time.
Those sounds. Those are the fucking sounds I’ve missed falling from her lips.
I know she’s about to come, but I’m not letting her. Not until I’m all the way inside her. I pull back just as she’s close enough she can taste it, and she whines. I move quickly and pull my cock free of my jeans and shove into her.
“Marco! Let me touch you,” she whines, but I chuckle.
“No. You’re not touching me yet,” I tell her as I fuck her hard and rough.
As our bodies slap together, the car rocks, but I don’t give a shit.
I roll my hips so I’m hitting her clit too, and she nearly leaps off the seat.
She begs for me to let her touch me, and I fucking love every damn second of it.
I like hearing her beg, and maybe I’m going to make her do more of it.
“Oh, you keep begging me, Chula. Just keep begging,” I tell her as my cock swells inside her. I know I’m about to come, but I need her to. I need to feel her suck the fucking life out of me.
“Marco,” she whines as I move my hand between us and find her swollen clit.
I rub it, making that hard little nub throb even harder.
Her legs begin to tremble, and I thrust harder until I feel her pussy wrap around me and hold tight.
Then that’s it. I lose it. I come just as she does, as she screams my fucking name for anyone out here to hear.
“That’s right. My name, Chula. No one else’s. Tell me, no one else’s name will ever come from those lips,” I demand as she keeps coming. “Tell me!” I roar this time, flicking her clit with my finger. Luna screams as he body shudders, but she says it.
“No one! I don’t want anyone but you!” She yells as her body quakes. I lower myself down on top of her and softly press kisses to her neck as she breathes heavily.
“Fuck, Chula. I only come like that with you.”
“Like what?”
“Enough to make my fucking cock hurt.” She laughs a little as I reach up and let her wrists free.
Immediately, she wraps them around me and pulls me closer to her.
I know my body weight is probably crushing her, but that doesn’t seem to bother her right now.
She keeps me tucked against her, and I can’t seem to mind being here.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. I shake my head and nuzzle into her neck.
“No more. No more talk about it, Chula. No more, I’m sorry. You work for him and that’s it. That’s it,” I tell her.
“That’s it. I promise, Marco.” I nod my head. Something inside tells me she means it. Something inside me tells me she’s mine and will always be mine, but there’s another part that still hates her for what she did for Pete, and we still need to talk about that. Just not now. Not tonight.
“Spend the night with me, Chula.”
“Okay.” She slowly allows me to climb off her, and when my cock slides free of her pussy she whines, and I grin.
“Don’t worry. There’s more to come,” I tell her. She smiles brightly at me, and it’s like everything has fallen back into its rightful place. She’s here with me right where the fuck she belongs.
I fix my clothes before helping her back into hers, and we both climb out of the backseat of the car.
When she’s standing in front of me, I kiss her roughly, reminding her she’s mine now.
No one else will ever touch her and live to tell about it.
That’s a vow I don’t need to say out loud because she already knows.
“You made up!” Tony yells before I spin and start after him. Luna grabs me and pulls me back to her, kissing me harder this time.
“Don’t move yet. I need you,” she whispers against my lips.
“You’ve had me from the first time I saw you, Chula. I don’t know what kind of hold you have over me, but I like it.”
“Maybe it’s magic,” she laughs.
“Or maybe it’s more.” Her smile fades as she looks at me, waiting for me to say the words, but I can’t. Not yet. I know she told me she loved me, but it’s not that simple for me. Those words mean too much. They mean everything.
“Can we go?” she asks. I nod my head and walk around the car, opening the door for her when someone comes out of the building yelling for me.
“You’re not fighting? Fucking pussy!” Archie, the asshole I’m supposed to fight, yells. Now I grin at him.
“Call me a pussy again and we will be.” He smirks back, and I know it’s about to be on, but I’m so fucking high on my girl that I don’t care anymore. He steps closer and calls me a pussy, and I drop his ass. One punch and he’s down. I spit at him and laugh.
“There’s your pussy,” I tell him. Tony roars and cheers, but I turn and climb into the car. Tony climbs in the backseat, and we take off. I’m ready to have Luna in my bed all to myself. I’m ready to do things to her that will drive her wild with need. Need for me.